nycdaug Chapter 357 Do you have the habit of hiding your private money?
Chapter 357 Do you have the habit of hiding your private money?
When Lin Jingyu heard that he had to interpret his dream, he was no longer depressed.
He dragged a chair over and came over, staring at the person eagerly.
It looks familiar, I must have seen it somewhere.
He was a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair, wearing a coat, leather shoes, and a woolen sweater underneath. It looked like his family had some money.
However, on that square face, the eyes were bloodshot, the bottom of the eyes were dark blue, and even the thick lips were blue and purple. Looking closely, there were small pieces of hard skin on them.
Uh……
How angry is this?
Su Chen glanced at the middle-aged man, who had only a faint gray aura.
There are indeed signs of ghost intrusion.
But it seems that the ghost does not have much malicious intentions, so it won't make him so anxious.
"What did you dream about?" he asked.
The middle-aged man wiped his forehead and said, "I've been having this dream for more than ten days now. It's always the same dream, about my dead mother..."
A Biao walked up, placed a glass of water in front of Su Chen, handed the other glass to Lin Jingyu, and stared at the middle-aged man with his arms folded.
The more I look at it, the more familiar it looks.
The main thing is that this big square face is rare in Cuicheng.
He looked at Lin Jingyu suspiciously and asked silently. Lin Jingyu shook his head.
Okay, then we are not acquaintances.
The middle-aged man spoke very quickly.
The first time he had a dream was in the early morning of New Year's Day.
Originally in his dream, he was counting money in a daze. Suddenly, the sky darkened. When he came to his senses, he was in the old house in his hometown, or his mother's room.
His mother passed away when he was in his early thirties. Since he had few relatives in his hometown, he usually only went back to visit the grave during the Qingming Festival. The old house was occupied by relatives from other branches, and he rarely visited it again. However, he knew that the layout of the room was different from what it was more than ten years ago.
"I haven't dreamed of my mother in years. Suddenly, I dreamed of her opening and closing cabinets in the house. At that time, I didn't think anything was wrong, so I just chatted with her casually..."
"Maybe I drank too much on New Year's Eve. I woke up with a headache and I can't remember what we talked about."
"You know, during Chinese New Year, we have a lot of drinking parties as business people. I had this dream again over the next few days, and even when I woke up, I couldn't remember anything. My wife said it was probably my mother reminding me that she loved the cabinet and wanted to burn it for her. I even went back to my hometown and moved the cabinet to her grave to burn it..."
A Biao asked, "It's useless, right?"
"Of course," the middle-aged man said with a tearful face. "Then I had this dream again. It was my mother opening and closing the cabinet. I suspected she didn't want me to burn it down. But you said, she's already gone, and she's showing up in my dreams... I haven't been able to sleep much these days, you know?"
Lin Jingyu raised his eyebrows.
Ah Biao was surprised: "Are you still afraid of your mother?"
"Then..." The middle-aged man looked around, "Who can guarantee that it's my mother, right? I've never come into contact with this kind of thing before, and my mother loves me so much, how could she torture me like this? Look at my face, they won't let me drink when I go out, saying that I can easily drink myself to death!"
"You're just suspicious, right?"
Seeing the middle-aged man nod, Lin Jingyu took a sip of water: "So why did you come here in such a panic just now? Did you find out that your mother is not your mother?"
"No, a friend told me that dreams of relatives who suddenly died usually indicate problems with the ancestral graves, which can lead to financial loss or even death. So I was... panicked."
Lin Jingyu: "What's your friend's name?"
"You may not know him, but his last name is Wang Xingxiang."
A Biao and Lin Jingyu looked at each other silently.
Forget it, that’s the circle of mixed sand and gravel slabs.
Lin Jingyu squinted his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man carefully. He pointed his finger and pondered for a few seconds: "I remember you. It was the Mid-Autumn Festival two years ago. Wang Xingxiang invited people to dinner at the Lakeside Hotel. I went over to greet them. You were there..."
"I was wondering why it looked so familiar."
"Later, when you left drunk, Brother Biao and I walked you home. Your home is..."
A Biao added: "Three-way intersection."
Lin Jingyu snapped his fingers.
The middle-aged man really didn't expect that Lin Jingyu and the others knew him. He was stunned for a long time before exclaiming, "Are you Lin, Boss Lin?"
He looked around the stall in surprise.
"No, you are... bankrupt?" Otherwise, how could you set up a stall here?
Ah Biao was dissatisfied: "Hey, hey, hey, can you speak? Even if Cuicheng is destroyed, Ah Yu will never go bankrupt."
He wanted to complain a few more words, but Su Chen raised his hand.
Ah Biao: "Ahem, brother, hurry up and get rid of him. I don't like him."
Lin Jingyu waved his hand: "Brother Biao, don't be angry, it's not intentional."
Su Chen glanced at the two of them again, and they finally shut up.
He looked at the middle-aged man and said, "Your problem is not that big."
At least the two images that his divine eye saw on the man had nothing to do with this matter. After all, the man in the picture was hunched over.
As for his face... although his complexion is dark and his eyes are dark, it doesn't look very good to outsiders. But from the perspective of their master, although the man has some grayish aura, his forehead and other parts of his body are still quite bright, so there is no big problem.
The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.
"Master, what exactly is my problem?"
Su Chen: "Eight characters!"
"Oh, yes, yes."
The middle-aged man then remembered that he had hurried home to get it.
Thinking that there might be a problem with the ancestral tomb, he brought a whole small notebook and almost brought the family tree.
He took out a small notebook from his chest pocket and handed it to Su Chen. The middle-aged man was about to help him look up his horoscope, but Su Chen glanced at it and started to calculate.
man:"???"
He is indeed a recognized master, you know who he is without having to say it.
Thinking about it, he quietly reached into his pocket, took out his wallet, hesitated for a moment, and quietly tugged at Lin Jingyu's clothes.
Lin Jingyu: "What?"
"Boss Lin, do you have a spare red envelope?"
Pretty good.
Lin Jingyu went to A Biao's hardware store and got one for him.
Seeing him pack in two hundred and twenty, I nodded subconsciously.
On this side, Su Chen finished his calculations and his expression became very complicated.
Seeing him stop calculating, the man who had wrapped the red envelope hurriedly asked, "How is it going? Master, what went wrong?"
Su Chen coughed lightly: "You have the habit of hiding your private money, right?"
"...Ah?" The middle-aged man was stunned. "What happened?"
"When you hid your private money, you didn't avoid your two-year-old grandson, did you?"
The man frowned: "No, Master, what does this have to do with my mother entering the dream?"
Su Chen held his forehead and said, "When you offered sacrifices to your ancestors on New Year's Eve, the paper money you burned wasn't gold or silver paper, was it?"
"Master, have you figured this out?" the man was stunned.
"You burned newly printed, imitation paper money that looked almost like real money. You also told your grandchildren that although the ancestors were gone, the younger generation must remember them and burn paper money whenever they had time, so that they could have a better life in the afterlife."
The man was still confused: "Master... is there something wrong with what he said?"
Lin Jingyu understood and wanted to laugh, but quickly covered his mouth.
A Biao looked at him in confusion, frowning, not understanding the point.
Su Chen: "..."
"Your good grandson is very filial. He has been burning your private money every day lately."
"He burned almost all the money you hid under the bed. Only a little over a thousand was left."
The middle-aged man stood up in astonishment: "What?!!!"
"Your mother has been dreaming every night because when she came up to collect the money on New Year's Eve, she saw her great-grandson burning real money for her..."
man:"……"